Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.